User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-9124274-20150402214737/@comment-7662967-20150403021428

Azul sat silently, she knew she'd only get one pawfull .. it was all she ever did. How she'd managed to survive this for two seasons .. she didn't know.

''I ought to be dead by now .. I almost wish I was. But not yet .. not yet.''

It had slightly disturbed her the rugged, whip scarred otter had seemed to sense her rebellion, and the fact he had never spoken to her before.

However the scarred wildcat that had spoken next had deeply interested her. What did he mean by, 'If they go back to the north coast, it's a bonny place for them to die?'

Was there something .. up there? That could fight these corsairs .. and maybe even free the slaves?

Of course .. the old wildcat and her .. they didn't have a good chance. If the beasts did save the slaves .. they might not spare them. They were vermin, after all.

But there was a chance.

The fox maid took her allotted pawfull of gruel quietly, like she had resigned herself to fate. But her eyes, so dull moments before, suddenly glittered subtly as the slaver turned his back to her.

She wasn't done yet .. maybe the wildcat knew something that could help all of them. Somehow .. she had to find a way to ask him.